What in the world is wrong with me?
It's nine days to the BTs, and i keep procrastinating.
This time, it's not laziness or unwillingness that does this to me, but rather, the thoughts of repeating make me want to flung all my notes outta the window.
Why should i even care about the BTs man.

But, i know i should.
I must.

Mom is paying for my education.
The teachers are working their guts out.

I'm not gonna give in.
I'm not gonna disappoint them, nor myself.
Defying the impossible.
Ah yes.